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"The Pact"Written By: The Plotting Housewife Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to Bandai, Sotsu
and associated Parties. This work is written for pleasure not profit. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Smut, Porn With Plot, OT5, Fluff, Mild
Angst, Humor, Fivesome Pairings: 3x5x2x4x1 Summary: Formerly Intervention (retitled because the story detoured and went its own way).After seducing Quatre, the other four ex-pilots brave the uncharted waters of their new abilities and learn to cope with the unintentional gifts they were given. But as always, power requires responsibility and the humbling acknowledgement of humanity's weaknesses. The struggle to stay true to themselves becomes a dangerous and terrifying endeavor as they skirt the boundary where conscience bleeds into chaos and the dark abyss of temptation.
"The Pact" Chapter 3: The Darkness Within Trowa brushed a few locks of blond hair away from Quatre's sleeping face and stared down at him, drinking in the beauty and peace of his gentle features. It took him a few moments to register the eyes boring holes into his head, but when he finally did, he was awkwardly conscious of it. He shifted uneasily and looked up, glancing from one shocked face to the next. "What?" Duo sat up, looking rather exasperated. "What do you mean "what"? Dude, do you realize what you just did?" He did, but he wasn't exactly comfortable with the knowledge. "I - I'm not sure." "You put him to sleep, man! With your mind." Duo pointed at his temples. "How did you do that?" "I don't - I don't know. It just happened. I didn't mean to." Heero climbed off the bed and reached for his jeans. "You've never done that before? To anyone else?" "No. I don't think so. I've never been able to -" He froze mid-sentence, clarity slapping him upside the head. "But Quat could..." Wufei drew his knee up to his chest, looking deep in thought. "Quatre said he could feel us much deeper than he could before. I can feel him, too. Very deeply. Even you guys, though it's not quite as strong. I've never felt this closely connected to anyone before." "I do, too," Duo confirmed with a solemn nod. "Man, what a mind fuck." Trowa looked back down at the slumbering blond. "Quat's a Newtype." "Yeah, and how does sex with a Newtype result in something like this? Have any of you heard of this happening to other Newtypes, or from people who've been with them?" Heero had turned away and was in the process of pulling his jeans up over his bare ass. He spun around and faced them as he zipped up his fly. "I haven't. I don't know if this is something that's common, or if it's some sort of anomaly." "So...if Tro has Quat's abilities now, does that mean we all do?" Duo asked. "I don't know." "And does Quat still have his abilities, or did we take them from him?" "I don't know, Duo. We won't know that until Quatre wakes up. As for your first question, we can probably test that and find out easily enough," Heero pointed out as he slipped his shirt over his head. "We need to talk about this, but let's go to the living room and let him rest." He gestured towards the blond sprawled out on the bed, seemingly dead to the world. "And I need some coffee," he added as he left the room, not bothering with his socks. "Yeah, okay," Duo mumbled, sliding off the bed and grabbing his clothes off the floor. He didn't make a move to dress, but watched Quatre sleep for several minutes, his face twisted in a strange mix of worry, uneasiness, and adoration. "I've never felt anyone like this before," he said, awe in his voice. "It's like I'm inside him. I can feel him in a weird, almost spiritual way." He glanced at Trowa. "Is this what it's like for him all the time?" "Probably," Wufei murmured and got up, sifting through the pile of garments that were scattered around the room. He located his trousers and hopped on one foot as he stuck the other into a pant leg. "I definitely have a new level of respect for him. I can feel all of you, him most of all. Especially your whirlwind of emotions. I don't know how he lives with it day in and day out. I hope this isn't permanent because I don't know if I can take it." "You and me both, Fei-man. I feel like this would drive me crazy if it lasts," Duo said. His face paled as the gravity of the situation dawned on him. The possibility of this being a permanent thing and the implications, the cost of having such an ability had to be immense. The responsibilities one must carry every moment of every day, he couldn't even begin to imagine. He stuck his hands into his hair, pushing through the tangled mess of his bangs. "Man, I've seen some weird shit in my life, but this takes the cake. I don't even know what to make of it." He paused, looking deeply uncomfortable. "I also feel like I would torture and kill anyone who lays a hand on him that ain't us and take great pleasure in it. And that fucking scares me because I don't know where it's coming from." He looked up at Trowa and Wufei, a little at ease when they appeared to understand. If he was reading their, Holy shit! You, too? expressions correctly. Maybe it wasn't just him then. Wufei pulled his shirt on and fastened the clasps with a shake of his head. "This is too much for me to process without some tea." "Yeah, I feel you, man," Duo agreed as he sat down to put his socks on. Trowa looked back down at the blond in his arms. The fact that he'd been in love with Quatre for years, while never spoken out loud, was a given. Anyone who'd ever observed their interactions and had an ounce of skill interpreting the obvious knew that. Like the others, he could feel Quatre in ways he'd never known were possible as well as the other pilots to a lesser extent. But there was an aspect of their circumstance now that was both new and unsettling. Within him was an unfamiliar and terrifying part of himself that he'd never had, or was aware of before. Like a beast trapped in an iron cage, pacing restlessly back and forth while a tempting morsel of meat dangled just beyond its reach. It was the only way he could describe it. There was a buzzing current of dominance and a murderous sense of ownership that left him feeling overwhelmed and a little queasy. He felt wild, untamed, and ready to kill anyone and anything that stood between him and Quatre. He lowered his head until his face was almost brushing against the one beneath him and closed his eyes, breathing in the other's scent. It was stronger, more potent now. If Trowa had a word for it, the only one that came to mind was aphrodisiac, or perhaps pheromones. His body seemed to absorb Quatre's scent. It permeated through his pores and inundated his bloodstream, intensifying with every pump of his heart. He felt drugged, euphoric as his senses became saturated with the blond's smell. It made his skin tingle with a rush of heady power, the sensations igniting every nerve in his body and sending jolts of fiery electricity towards his groin which began to harden once again. He squeezed his eyes shut and grappled for the self control he normally possessed in spades in order to quell the monster inside him that was a hair's breadth away from pouncing. "Hey, Tro. You coming?" He glanced up, a little confused when both Duo and Wufei took involuntary steps back, their eyes widening with stunned surprise. "Damn, Tro. Cool it, dude. It's just us." He was dimly aware of a faint rumble. Something he could only discern as a soft growl and it came as a shock when he realized it was coming from him. He noticed with increasing self consciousness that his nostrils were fanned out, his teeth bared behind curled lips. He was pretty sure he looked feral. He felt feral. He closed his eyes and shook himself out of it, pushing down on the listless creature that resided within. He jerked his head from side to side in an attempt to shake out the residual aggression that seemed to belong to someone, something else and was consumed by a profound sense of guilt. He glanced back up at his friends, his expression contrite. "Sorry. I don't - I don't know what came over me. I don't know what's going on." "Hey, it's okay." Duo took a few steps towards the bed, his hands raised and his eyes soft with understanding. Empathy. Trowa felt lower than dog shit for his behavior towards his best friends. "None of us know what's happening, but we'll figure it out, okay? If anyone can get to the bottom of this, it's the five of us, y'know? I'm scared, too, man. But it'll be alright. We'll be alright." "Yeah," he blew out a breath and felt some of the tension leave his body. "Yeah, you're right. I'm sorry I did that. I wasn't even aware of it." "S'okay." Duo shrugged, a small grin curling up one side of his mouth. "We know you have dibs anyway, right Fei?" He turned around and was met with an empty space where the Chinese man stood only moments ago. He spun back around and threw his hands up. "Well, you know he agrees." He gestured towards the door. "C'mon. We'll get some coffee and sort this all out. I'm sure Heero already has a thousand and one theories cocked up in that analytic head of his." Trowa nodded. "Yeah. Just, give me a sec. I need to get dressed." "Sure thing, buddy," Duo lifted his hand in a vague wave and left the room. Trowa's stomach churned, feeling sour and out of sorts. He turned his gaze back to Quatre who hadn't moved, or even twitched during Trowa's rather impressive imitation of a caveman. He dipped his head again and inhaled the blond man's scent, his muscles loosening as his body was immersed in that same sense of serenity, like drugged elation. His cock throbbed, rock hard, pressing against Quatre's thigh and the tumultuous creature within stirred with raw desire, the need to dominate. The temptation to roll Quatre onto his back and shove himself inside the tantalizing heat of his body quickly taking precedence. He rubbed his erection against the soft, warm flesh of the other man's thigh, lost in the unbearable urge to fuck. Take him. He'll never know the difference. Go on, do it. Fuck him. "No," he whispered, terrified at the voice in his head, a voice that sounded eerily similar to his own. His body was at war with his rational mind. The craving to commit an unspeakable act emerged just beneath his skin, almost sizzling with a desperate need to violate the young man beside him. He buried his face in Quatre's hair, the bewitching scent of him luring the beast even more and crumbling his resolve. He squeezed his eyes shut, his fingers curling into his palms, nails digging into the skin as he frantically tried to get himself under control. He knew if he did the unthinkable, he would never be able to forgive himself. He'd never be able to look any of them in the eye again, especially Quatre. Especially himself. His muscles were coiled with tension, fighting with all his strength and will against the impulse to do what he knew he would regret for the rest of his life. Don't be a pussy. He's right here. He's all yours and ripe for the taking. Let go of your ridiculous human delusions of morality. Deep down, you're still a primate. You're still an animal and animals take what they want without conscience. Fuck him! Fuck - "No," he hissed, forcing himself to pull away. He crawled off the bed, stumbling on shaky legs as he struggled to get to the bathroom. He slammed the door behind him and locked it, glancing down at the angry red and straining arch of his cock. He wrapped a trembling hand around it and tugged roughly, his mind conjuring up the physical memories of feeling Quatre beneath him. The exquisite bliss of sinking into that sweet body and witnessing the unbridled pleasure on his love's face. It took less than a minute to climax and he aimed his pulsing cock towards the toilet, breathing hard through his nose to stop the groans from giving him away. He collapsed onto the toilet, huffing as he came down from his high. He felt hot and flushed, lifting a shaking hand to rub at his damp forehead before carding his fingers through his hair. He was weak with relief, painfully aware of how close he'd come to committing a deplorable act and grateful that he was able to restrain himself. The creature within quieted down, his second orgasm allowing his mind to take command once again. But he was under no illusions that it wouldn't come back. Whatever this was, it was strong, powerful, and extremely dangerous. He could only pray that he would be able to reign it in the next time it tried to take over. He finally got his bearings about him and stood up, flushing the toilet to remove all traces of his wank and washed his hands. He glanced up, examining his appearance in the mirror, looking for any outward signs that he had changed and finding none. He looked exactly the same as he had before this strange occurrence and he didn't know if that was more, or less disturbing. Maybe this being inside me has always been there. Maybe it's a part of me that was dormant and sex with Quatre woke it up. He didn't know and that was probably his most pressing question that he wanted answered, urgent with the need to know if he was really a monster. Or maybe Quatre is the monster and you just got a taste of it. He shook his head at his reflection, his eyes hardening. "No. That's not possible. That wasn't Quatre. That was something else and it's not just in me. It's in all of us. I could see it in their eyes just like they saw it in mine." He bent down and splashed cold water on his face, the shock of the frigid temperature bring reality back full circle. He felt much clearer now, in complete control. Yes, but for how long? He pulled away from the counter and swung the door open, refusing to address that for the moment. He located his clothing and dressed as quietly as he could, his eyes drawn to the blond still curled on the bed in the exact same position he was in when Trowa left him. His heart skipped as another terrifying thought crossed his mind. He'd put Quatre to sleep with a mere thought. A mental command. It was something he'd never done before. Something he was never capable of doing before. What if he'd permanently harmed Quatre's mind? What if he'd inadvertently put him into a coma? Would he be able to reverse it? Would they even be able to wake him up? What if Quatre never woke up again, or woke up with amnesia, or some kind of brain damage? He sucked in a harsh breath, overcome with the horrifying possibilities. How could he be sure he wouldn't cause irrevocable harm to someone? He didn't know the scale, or the depth of his newfound ability. He didn't know how to wield, or control it, especially when he was emotionally compromised. He stepped towards the bed and looked down at the blond, still dead to the world. He attempted a gentle probe, just lightly touching the sleeping man's mind, not enough to influence it, but testing the give. He slid inside with relative ease and carefully maneuvered his consciousness around, trying to figure out how far under Quatre was. He could find nothing dangerous, or out of the ordinary. Just a deep sleep. But to make sure, he pushed a little harder, a mental caress, carefully willing him to move and was surprised when Quatre suddenly rolled over with a soft murmur and then settled back down. He breathed a sigh of relief and leaned down to press a soft kiss against his love's forehead. The blond's scent drifted across his nose, stirring the entity within him, but he maintained control with relative ease. He straightened up and gazed down at the man who meant more to him than the universe itself, then turned and left the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click. *** "There you are! And here I thought you'd joined Quat in Lala Land, or the two of you were doing the fricky fracky again," Duo quipped. He was sitting on the floor in front of the couch with his legs stretched out beneath the coffee table. There was a large platter of pastries on the table and Trowa watched him munch on a cruller which left the corners of his mouth crusted with sugary glaze. "If they were having sex, you would have heard them, Duo," Heero pointed out from his spot on the couch. He glanced up briefly from his laptop that was opened across his legs and frowned at the braided man's loud chewing. "Naw," Duo said. "Not if they were bein' all stealth-like and such." He grinned and held the platter of sweets up. "Doughnut?" Trowa's stomach flipped over and he politely declined. He looked over at the television when he heard music and absently watched a trumpet playing cartoon dog lead a marching band of equally silly looking animals. "So?" He glanced back at Duo. "So what?" "Were you doin' the dirty?" "Why are you so nosy?" "When has he ever not been nosy?" Wufei snorted. The Chinese man was seated on an easy chair with one leg curled up beneath him. He raised his teacup to his mouth, but his black eyes were sharp, studying Trowa with unnerving intensity. He shifted in discomfort knowing Wufei was reading him like an open book. He knew his friend sensed his trepidation, not only because it was obvious, but also through their strange new connection. His skin prickled, goosebumps breaking out all over his body when he felt the distinct, but subtle probing of his mind. "You alright?" He dismissed the inquiry with a shrug of his shoulder and turned towards the kitchen in search of a hot cup of coffee. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine." He really wasn't, but he didn't want to talk about it at the moment. Wufei picked that up and backed off. Trowa stumbled a little as the presence abruptly retreated, leaving him feeling a little faint and nauseous. He shook his head to rid it of the cobwebs, holding the wall for support. "Sorry," came Wufei's soft murmur. He nodded and continued on, scaling the wall to keep his balance. His head finally cleared as he reached the kitchen and he reeled with the knowledge that this was something Quatre probably had to deal with every day of his life. He was overcome with a deep respect for the blond man, not knowing how in the hell he managed it without losing his mind. He poured some coffee into the mug and stared out the window as he sipped it, for once welcoming the scalding heat on his tongue. It served as a distraction, taking his mind off the current situation even if only for a short while. He closed his eyes and took deep calming breaths, feeling the artificial breeze brush against his face. It was gentle, pleasant, reminding him of a warm summer night on earth. He returned to the living room after drinking half the mug of coffee, his mind swimming with questions and eager to find out if Heero had any ideas, or thoughts, or perhaps some accounts of similar occurrences happening to other people. He stepped around Duo and pushed Heero's sprawled legs out of his way so he could sit down. He stared at the Japanese man with what he was sure was an expectant expression. Heero was intently focused on his screen and the faint tapping of his fingers on the keys were the only sounds in the room with the exception of the television. Trowa didn't want to break his concentration and instead, poked the man's mind, looking for answers. He knew he'd been caught when Heero's blue eyes darted up and met his own. He blushed and looked away, opting to stare at the TV instead though he wasn't interested in watching it. "Sorry," he mumbled and sipped his coffee. It was quiet for a few minutes, then the click of the keyboard resumed. "I haven't found anything yet." He nodded absently and took another sip of his coffee. "Any theories?" Heero didn't answer right away and Trowa thought he wasn't going to. There was a soft sigh and then, "I wouldn't call them theories. More like guesses that are probably out of left field." "Tell me anyway," he murmured. His heart was thumping fast and hard, but he kept his eyes on the television screen. The clicking stopped again followed by a long pause. "While I haven't found any stories about Newtype abilities branching out and affecting their intimate partners, that doesn't mean there aren't any. I'm going to keep searching." Trowa nodded again. "Okay." "If this has happened before, it would give us a better idea of what we're dealing with." Wufei set his teacup down and rested his elbows on his knees. "What if it hasn't?" Heero shrugged and reached for a doughnut. "If it hasn't then we're on our own, obviously." He took a bite and chewed it slowly, methodically, his eyes staring into middle distance. "It could be anything really. Maybe Quatre was just in a specific state of mind when this happened which allowed him to expand his abilities. Maybe we were all in a specific state of mind ourselves, open to suggestion...who knows? It might have just been some weird quirk of nature that opened up our brains enough for him to channel his empathy into us." Duo spun around on his butt and shot Heero a derisive look. "This sounds like some serious Twilight Zone shit." He wiggled his fingers in front of his face. "Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do," he sang in a creepy falsetto. "Don't ever do that again, Maxwell," Wufei muttered. Duo smirked at him. "What? You scared?" Wufei scoffed. "Not likely." "But seriously, though. That is out there. Like far out, man." "This whole thing is "out there"," Trowa informed him. "What Heero's suggesting doesn't sound that strange considering the circumstances." "And if I'm right, then this means..." Heero trailed off, looking lost in thought. Duo waved his hand in front of the man's face. "Hello? L4 to Heero. This means what?" He jerked out of his trance and shook his head. "I'm not sure what it means yet." "Are you saying something supernatural happened?" Duo asked then glared when Wufei snorted. "There's no such thing as the supernatural, Duo," Heero said, his voice edgy with condescension. "There's a natural explanation for everything. Just because we haven't found it yet doesn't mean some magical thing happened. There's always a reason." "Yeah, but...how do you explain Newtypes?" Duo asked, bringing his knee up to his chest and resting his elbow on it. "I mean, a lot of people think Newtypes are magical. A lot of people believe they're demons, or something." "Newtypes are not mystical creatures, Duo." Trowa cocked his head, suddenly unsure about that. "Are you sure?" Heero looked at him as though he was questioning Trowa's sanity. "Are you serious? Of course I'm sure!" "But how are you sure?" He balked for a moment and then pinched the bridge of his nose with an irritated sigh. "Newtypes are the way they are because they're able to use more of their brains than the average human. It's as simple as that. It's evolution. The next biological step of our species being born in outer space. That's all." "Hmmm," Duo chewed his lip. "That's the leading theory, but it's never been proven." Heero dismissed that with a wave of a hand. "It will be someday, I'm sure." Trowa shifted until he was facing the other man. "But the brain scans of Newtypes show nothing significantly different than a normal human's brain." "They just haven't found the right place to look yet. Or maybe we haven't developed sensitive enough technology to see it." "Or maybe, just maybe there's something else going on. Something that can't be explained with a brain scan, or a brain autopsy, or whatever," Duo suggested. Trowa watched Heero closely, sensing the man's stubborn refusal to believe anything that wasn't scientifically plausible. "It is possible, Heero," he pressed. "You know it is." Wufei threw up his hands. "What's possible? What are we even talking about here?" "We're not talking about anything," Heero barked. "Nothing supernatural happened. It doesn't exist." Duo propped his chin on his fist. "So how can I read your mind right now?" He pressed his lips together, a deep frown knitting his brows together. "I don't know. But I think it's safe to say we all have this ability now. Whether or not it's permanent remains to be seen. It could just wear off like the effects of a drug." "God, I hope so," Wufei muttered, leaning back in his chair. "I do not want to live like this. I don't need you guys in my head all damned day and night. I don't know how Winner does it." "Because he was born that way," Heero said. "He doesn't know anything different." "Do you think he was aware of what he was doing? I mean, while it was happening?" Trowa shook his head. "I doubt it. I don't think he realized it until halfway through and I'm sure he had no idea that his abilities had been channeled into us." "He figured out something had changed after Hee-chan fucked him," Duo reminded them and glanced at Wufei. "Remember? He said as much right before you had sex with him." Trowa leaned his head on his fist. "But...what about this possessiveness?" He looked around at each of them. "I can feel coming off of all of you in waves. Like heat." He pressed his fingers against his temple and rubbed in a circular motion. "And I -" he paused, remembering the horrific act he'd almost committed and flushed with shame. Duo's eyes widened as he caught it, his mouth dropping open in shock. "Tro! You didn't!" "No," he snapped, his face flaming. "No, I didn't," he repeated in a softer tone. "But...it was like some thing was inside me, egging me on." He swallowed around a growing lump in his throat and blinked back the sting of tears. "I felt like I was out of control and it - it scared the shit out of me." He turned imploring eyes on Heero, begging him to understand. "I could never hurt him. It would kill me." His voice hitched with emotion. "I'm so scared I'm going to hurt him." "But you stopped yourself," Wufei said firmly. "But what if I can't stop myself the next time? What if you can't stop yourselves? Heero, we have to get to the bottom of this." "I know," Heero reassured him in a gentle tone. "And we will. I just need a little time. But...for now, I think it's safe to say we should not be around him when we're feeling...edgy." Duo snorted. "Edgy. Just say horny, man." "You know what I mean," Heero glared. "Perhaps we should avoid him altogether until we know what's going on." Trowa's heart broke at that, but deep down he knew Heero was right. For Quatre's own safety, it was probably the best thing they could do to prevent something they would all hate themselves for. He looked up and saw similar expressions of disappointment on his friends' faces and realized they didn't want to be away from Quatre any more than he did. "Man, this sucks ass," Duo sulked, picking at the glaze on a doughnut. "What sucks ass?" They froze as a soft, unmistakable voice joined the conversation and slowly looked towards the entrance to the hallway where Quatre was now standing. He'd donned an over sized t-shirt that reached just below his upper thighs, barely concealing his groin. His hair was rumpled and his bright blue eyes were bleary with sleep as he blinked at them with a mixture of confusion and curiosity. His slender legs were crossed at the ankle, inviting the other four to stare at them, the tempting sight of creamy smooth skin awakening arousal within them all. Embarrassed at their apparent adolescent libidos, they blushed and averted their eyes. Duo cleared his throat, his mouth ticking up at the corners in a forced smile. "Hey, Kitty-Quat. Sleep well?" Quatre's eyes were dubious, his face turned down into a slight frown. "I did, thanks to you." His gaze landed on his best friend with hawk-eyed sharpness. Trowa felt the press inside his mind and flushed, lowering his head with guilt. "I'm so sorry, Quat." The blond lifted his chin, his expression stony and hard, eyes piercing. The atmosphere in the living room became tense as it was filled with awkward silence. There was only the muted sounds of voices and music coming from the TV. After several minutes, Duo cleared his throat again and lifted the plate of pastries. "Doughnut?"
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